My yet unpublished and unfinished poetry collection written in
repetitive structures about repetitive feelings I had in my
monotone, repetitive life.
A poetry collection written from my cozy room, from my
hospital bed, from my old-looking class, from my totally
uncomfortable bus seat or from literally every moment
when my mind was about to spill all its ink.
A poetry collection written in times of desperation, love
sickness, bappiness, sorrow. In times whe) some
anaphors or my beloved poets weren't enough to cheer me up, and in times when my joyless nature couldn't fade my smile or my admiration for her.
In short, a poetry collection written for those who seek peace
in edgy, tearful loops of words.
[The book cover is the artwork of J. Monnet]